The priest's lesson: beware the Nightlord, for his pleasure is a mortal's doom. My grandmother's lesson: beware love, especially with the wrong man.
N.K. JemisinMots clés love unrequited-love fables
It is blasphemy to separate oneself from the earth and look down on it like a god. It is more than blasphemy; it is dangerous. We can never be gods, after all - but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.
N.K. JemisinMots clés humanity nature human earth gods
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Stop this. It's undignified.
Mots clés insanity madness sanity
In a child's eyes, a mother is a goddess. She can be glorious or terrible, benevolent or filled with wrath, but she commands love either way. I am convinced that this is the greatest power in the universe.
N.K. JemisinMots clés children childhood motherhood mother
You are what your creators and experiences have made you, like every other being in this universe. Accept that and be done; I tire of your whining.
N.K. JemisinMots clés existence acceptance philosophy self
You're very lucky... Friends are precious, powerful things - hard to earn, harder still to keep. You should thank this one for taking a chance on you.
N.K. JemisinMots clés friends
They live forever. But many of them are even more lonely and miserable than we are. Why do you think they bother with us? We teach them life's value.
N.K. JemisinMots clés life humanity mortality gods immortality
Rising from the dead? Glowing at sunrise? What did that make him, the god of cheerful mornings and macabre surprises?
N.K. JemisinMots clés gods
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If the gods do decide to wipe us out, is it such a bad thing? Maybe we've earned a little annihilation.
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I have decided to live,” he said quietly.
That, too, was obvious from the way he’d changed in the past year. I felt his gaze as he spoke, heavier than usual along my skin. He had been my friend, and now offered more. Was willing to try more. But I knew: he was not the sort of man who loved easily, or casually. If I wanted him, I would have all of him, and he wanted all of me. All or nothing; that was as fundamental to his nature as light itself.
I tried to joke. “It took you a year to decide that?”
“Ten, yes,” Shiny replied. “This last year was for you to decide.
Mots clés love
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